Almost All Washed Out

You see clouds that is the outside But the sunshine my heart has bled onto the stormy canvas of the insides, the rays of yellows and paintings, red from day to day These are cleansed and erased from turmoil and sorrows by the memories of fears relived It always manages to get in the way I’ve swallowed many tears over the years But soon the stage will be set For if the backdrop becomes too soggy or the wipers too worn out and groggy There will be nothing left to stop my night from turning ‘to day My soul will shine and break free That’s why every night before I sleep I watch weather forecasts and dream Of singing ‘bout promise in the ears of liberty I just can’t wait for what tomorrow might bring